Mugiwara High (One Piece WA 2017)

5. Bimyou

AN~ I'm so very tired, but I love you guys and promised a chapter within three days. Please comment. I do youse words from other languages, so I'll add how to say them.
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Bimyou {beem-yoh}~ (n.)not bad or 'meh'.

      "So how was you first day?" asked Zeff as he twirled his mustache through his fingers.

Fighting with Zoro and the degradation of holding his hand made me slump in my seat. "It was alright."

"Nothing Interesting?"

My hands grew clamming and hot like
I was reliving the tortuous hour, but I had to everything in my power to make my day sound bimyou, yet, honesty, it was everything but. "It was the first day, all we did was tour and get papers that need to be signed."

"Did you make any friends?"

        "You say that like I didn't have friends before." I grumble as I began to idly scroll through my phone. We both knew I wasn't the most likable when it came to other kids, but new school new start.

        "Did you make any new friends?"

        "Yeah, I did actually."

        "Good. Invite them over to hang out this weekend." Zeff doesn't want me to do physical contact sports, but he allows stranger in the house. Okay. "They can met Gin. You guys can be a 'squad'."

         "If I invite them over you have to promise to never say squad again."

         "Deal."

         "I'll do it in two weeks, or it's to soon." I complained with my arms crossed. I had a lot of fun at lunch, but he didn't need to know that.

         "Whatever you say Eggplant." Zeff laugh and rubbed my head as my face and ears grew hot and bright.

         "Oh my god. I'm not 4." I whined as I struggled to remove his large palm from my perfectly parted hair.

        "I know." He sighed looking at me through the corner of his eye. Awkwardly I began to trace the lines in his hand with my fingers. They seemed to have a lot my wrinkles and cracks in them then I remembered. "I know."

"Can I work at the restaurant today?"

"No."

"Why?" I whined slightly, there was no way Zeff knew I got in a fight already, right?

"You know why."

"I-I do?" Playing dumb sometimes helps Zeff skim over the topic, like when he wanted to talk to me about the Birds and the Bees. One word, traumatizing.

"Yes, it's a school night."

"Lame." I sighed before staring out the window. I was just relieved I wasn't staring into the pitch black eyes of doom that belonged to the man driving this car.

"I'll be working law for a while since we are short staffed."

"Then let me help!" I leaped up at the opportunity, all I wanted to do was cook. I remembered, back to before the Baratie, when Zeff used to teach me how to chop vegetables. His left ring finger still have a faint sat from when I cut him.

Despite what he says about it, I still feel bad.

"No. Your grades are more important."

"I have good grades!"

"That's because your don't work in school nights."

There was no point in arguing. I wasn't going to get my way. But one thing that always went my way was music, so that's what I did.